Song for November: “A Little Leap”

This morning I decided to edit a few photos to pair with November’s song (which I was persuaded to upload in its iphone-demo version, having been told it’s miles more “honest” than the proper version I did!), and only then did I realise much to my chagrin that I haven’t posted anything at all from…

To the Northern Isles

I sit in a frigid and remote bus shelter at 5 am, chatting with a Dutch pensioner about the merits of traveling alone. She says that the freedom is worth the occasional loneliness, and I pull my hat a little further down over my ears. It’s bloody cold. My eyes drift halfway shut the moment…

A Journey Measured in Mittens

My beautiful flat sold last week. I’m not happy about it, but I’ve resigned myself to the end of my Air B&B income and gone out and found myself a job. Amazingly, I’ve found something I don’t even hate – I’m caring for a paraplegic woman – but nonetheless this will put a stop to…